"Yes," he agreed.

"There are times when it does help a man." "Liquor is like a dawg," said Bill.

"Keep it in subjection, so to speak, and it's yer faithful friend." "Where's Jane ?" Paul asked.
"She's busy.

Half the borough seem to be calling, or telephoning"-- and even at that moment Paul could hear the maid tripping across the hall and opening the front door--"I've told her what occurred.

She seemed half skeered.